“Yeah. Me neither.” I grin thinking about how she will react when I go to her old man and state my intentions.
I just need to find her safe and sound first. Then Rebel Black can beat me down for fucking his daughter.
Chapter Nineteen
—Reaper—
I didn’t sleep for shit. I probably slept a total of two hours. Cocky hasn’t shown his ugly mug and we can’t reach him on his cell phone.
Terror went for breakfast and coffee. I’m here at the campsite waiting and worrying.
I can’t take this. I need to know she’s okay. I need to know I will see her goofy grin and hear her smart mouth. See her strutting in those short shorts.
I won’t fail Harley.
I can’t.
Terror returns right as I am tempted to set out on my own.
“You look like shit.” He grins, handing me a cup of black coffee and a takeout order.
“You’re no beauty queen yourself.”
“Eat up. You won’t be any good to me dead on your feet.”
I know he’s right. It’s just hard to think about anything but finding Harley and killing that fucker.
While I eat Terror maps out our search.
We don’t know which location Cocky set out for first, but we have to pick one and go with it. For all I know he could have found Harley and is trying to convince her to leave with him instead of me. I know I shouldn’t be having jealous thoughts. Harley is mine and I know that. Cocky will learn soon enough. Bastard can find his own woman if I don’t kill him first.
The first spot on the map is a cave. Only thing there is some old animal bones. Probably served as a winter den for a black bear.
When we get to the second site there is blood splatter on the ground and Cocky’s lighter is in the dirt.
Fuck.
He seems to have been in a struggle.
“Which way?” I ask Terror.
“This way.” I follow him as he moves through the thick woods silent as a damn Ninja.
He comes to an abrupt stop. He motions for me to move up next to him.
There’s a small clearing ahead that holds a rickety cabin.
I can faintly hear music playing.
This has to be that fucker’s hideout.
“I’ll go in quiet. You watch my back. When I give you the clear, move in.”
“Ten-four.”
I watch impatiently as Terror makes it to the back of the cabin. There doesn’t appear to be a back door or any windows. A large pile of firewood is stacked under a small shed.
Terror gives me the signal and we make our way around the left side together to access the situation. First thing I notice is Cocky chained to a tree like an animal. His face already took a beating from me, but he appears to have new injuries. I may not always like the bastard, but no one treats a brother like that and lives to tell about it. Harley is seated at a table with another woman and that creep from what I can gather.